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When I wasn’t looking, the midsummer sky finally darkened. It was light, and then it was not.
I remember when this happened a year ago. The earth turned, heedless of my attention, and the sun’s slanted rays slipped below the northern horizon. Now the earth has circled the sun once more.
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Always turning, always circling, the sun itself making an ancient orbit around the center of a galaxy impossibly huge and old. It all laughs at my noting the passage of a single day, a single year, a single human life.
I must savor it while I can, grasp the waterfall of time as it flows before me. What else should I do? Where else should I be?
Nowhere. Watching my kids play in the water after a long day of making memories is enough. The water cannot be grasped, but its splash can be felt.
Turn onward, earth and life, turn. Meanwhile, it’s time for bed.